Ummm, we have a slight problem...
Who: Wall Eyes, U.S Jack, Tara
Where: Medi Shuttle
When: some time a litte after then, but before that
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"This is the Dean Thomas who crashes everything, the dean thomas who
has nearly killed me several times by hurtling space bugs towards the
drive room, the same thomas who i'd liked to slap with a wet kipper
then by him a drink as an apology"
"Er...I guess so ma'am"
"Then patch me through!"
<Ending snippappapette>
John: 'Righto, just give me a minute here...'
Tara: 'Hurry up, i need to contact him NOW!'
John: 'That may be slightly difficult, we seem to have a slight
problem.....'
John looked down at the console of the ship, the homebrew had eaten
away at the navigation panel, the scanner was giving off strange
squggling noises and the lights were flashing and fizzling more than
Mettalica Concert
John: 'The Consoles had it ma'am, im afraid i doubt we'l get anything
other than third degree burns from it now...'
Tara stard at the console, then to John, then back at the console
Tara: 'So... is there anyway to communicate with the fleet, at all??
do we know where they are? DO WE EVEN KNOW WhAT BLOODY DIRECTION WERE
HEADING!!!!!'
John: 'Ummmmm'
Tara: 'I thought not'
John: 'umm, we can still fly, and navigation may be limited, but im
sure we can salvage something from all this junk' pointing sheepishly
at the ruined and beer stained console
At this moment, Jack stood up, probably ending a vicious conflict
with himself
Jack: 'Umm, i.. i.. i think i can do s-s-something with the console,
sirs and ma'ams'
both john and tara recognised the shy, stuttering voice of the
professor, a great scientist and inventor, only had a habit of
changing persoanlity right at the wrong moment.
Unbeknowst to the crew, the shuttle had been drifting into an
abandoned space hulk, the automatic defenses of this ancient monolith
of space groaned into action. It was the spaceship equivalent of a
ford cortina, slow, rusty, smelled like wet dog, and very, very
robust. A few Nodes on the outershell of a defense bubble polarised,
and a message was sent to the bug, however, the communications system
was still down, and the message remained a mystery. the nodes started
to align, anyone watching would of been blinded by the sheer
intensity of light at that moment, however, the crew of the shuttle
were stil arguing over what to do...
Tara: 'I say go for it, unless anyone else has got a better plan??'
John: 'Nope, not me, but are you sure that cutting of the plumbing an
rerrouting it through this small cocktail of wires and components wil
really repair the comunications, and also pick up ham radio??'
Jack: 'Not as sure as i was 5 minutes ago!'
The Lights started to regroup, and a pulse of greenish yellow light
oozed towards the shuttle, no-one was aware, they were several
parsecs away from the main fleet, having obtained a seriously high
velocity from the gravitational pull of the asteroid.
Jack: 'Right, prepare for activation'
The message was ent again, this time, the end of it was caught by the
newly formed comms equiptment, it sounded out, in a harsh crackling,
broken english "..pare to be boarded, you are under contr.. <crackle,
fizz, crackle> ..en december, please have all identif.. <crackle,
phut, fizz> ..upon boarding, repeat, you have been captured by gre.."
At this moment, a large globdule of solder from the circuit gave in,
and the circuit cracked into several pieces
Tara: 'Ummm, what was that??'
The medi shuttle rocked violently as it was forced into the landing
bay of a dead, deserted ship....
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OOC-mmm, should be interesting to see where this goes!!!